lots of frost lined my morning window
as the sun touched it, a dewdrop formed
reflecting from the crystal hanging inside
the frost that turned into a dewdrop
is now sparkling with colors of the rainbow
this opened me, placing thoughts of my life
how certain people have touched me
turning me into a rainbow of compassion,
understanding, love, and welcome
to others of different heritage, color and language
it begins with respect and grows from there
into compassion for the struggle of another,
understanding their battle from my own wars,
loving them for meeting the challenge
as I welcome them into my world as compatriots
from that point on, bonds of friendship are formed
as I learn more of a world unknown to me
impossible for me to imagine without the history
to feel as any other, to sense what they know naturally
to evolve to a higher plane of self © Arlene S. Bice, 2012